Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Deep in the Cleavage of Career Education

I was very happy that one of my more alert friends who keeps me apprised of interesting things going on, did her job again. This time, she send me a link to an article about an Elementary Career Education Day in a Virginia school.

This particular school had invited a plastic surgeon to speak to the children. Now I know that in my school our speakers of choice would be authors, firemen, and policemen, but, hey this is modern times. For all I know, perhaps tattoo artists and piercing artists have been invited to speak. Anyway, this nameless plastic surgeon brought in breast implants for the children to play with. Hmm. What does that mean, play with?

Toss the Boobie?

Keep Away!

Who's Got the Boobie?

The Boobie in the Dell?

Drop the Boobie in the Bottle.

Pin the Boobie on the Woman.

Perhaps some spare boobies could be donated to the teacher's treasure box so kids could earn Behavior Bucks for Boobies! I am telling you there is a lot of potential in this thought. Of course, there were differing opinions.

Some of the articles I read about this said... One parent was quoted, "Career Day sure isn't what it once was." The votes from the kids rated the boob exhibition as superior over the accountant dad and his calculator. Many boys voted in that survey.

One article noted that "What's the big deal? Our kids are exposed to more silicone and sex stuff before breakfast than that little exhibit in their classrooms on Career Day. Maybe handling the implants will get more kids to want to be surgeons. That's not such a bad thing."

All I know is that I work in an elementary school. Right about now we would all be having a heart attack over this presentation and the one who signed up the doctor would probably be heading out to some desert island to live in obscurity the rest of her/his natural life.(Without implants)

This goes to show... if you don't look into every last detail when planning a school event, you're just a big boob.

16 comments:

Good grief...you would think for children he would have been able to talk about how some folks have been badly scarred and how he can restore some normalcy to their lives instead of the topic he did choose. What a boob.

Yeah, I was thinking that a plastic surgeon could have done much more appropriate stuff. What about the plastic surgeons that donate their time and money to help kids from other nations have important disfiguring conditions. That would have been a good talk. But no, once again it's all about the boobs.

*dies* Oh, you are too funny! I suppose there is a certain breed of boy who may now engage in school with new vigor because he sees the point of an education. Yeah... I find a certain end of cosmetic surgery pretty dispicable, even if I think we NEED plastic surgeons for accident or deformation repair and reconstructive surgery after mastectomies... I think he might have impressed kids just as much showing the before and after pictures of, say burn victims.

I don't recall anyone coming to our school to talk about their profession, although we did go on a day trip to a fire station. Not sure what we'd have thought of a plastic surgeon and boob implants being shown around! If the talk was from the POV of vanity, and concluded how folk should like the body they are in, then perhaps I can see that working, but I sort of doubt the surgeon would be coming in to diss his profession! If he was talking about reconstructive surgery then that would be good.

Hmmm...I think a plastic surgeon is a viable career for a day like that, BUT, he could have showcased something else. I wouldn't want my daughter walking away from a career day experience thinking fake breasts are a necessity in life. But at the end of the day, it is my job as her mother to teach her that.

There was no word on what happened next. The physician was not speaking to anyone and there were no reports from the school or the district. I think it was very recently. It is a pretty amazing story in my opinion. We have to be so careful in schools of everything, and I don't know how it happened. I'll see if there is any further updates.

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